“That, I might have,” Enzo says, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
I lean back in my chair, eyes fixed on him.
“What have you got? I couldn’t find shit on her,” I ask.
“She has a son,” Enzo explains. “Thanks to the fingerprints you sent me, I got a positive ID on an arrest for dealing back ten years ago. Susan Fry is Madame Eve’s real name. An ex-junkie who looks like she found solace in a cult. Abandoned her kid, and he was put in foster care. And he lives… right under our noses in Vegas. And Mikhail now has him.”
The room tightens.
“What do we do with her son?” Conan asks warily.
The brothers have rules. Even when they were hosting their Decadence Games in Inferno. To those on the outside, it seemed sick and twisted, inviting mafia families to sacrifice their wives or daughters for a space inside Enzo’s organization. A golden ticket to Inferno, the most influential sex club in the mafia world.
But really, it was all smoke and mirrors. They saved those women, they made it look real, made it feel real, all so they could hunt the real predators. The ones willing to sell the women. And that’s where Finn steps in. The serial killing heart surgeon, who hunted them in their sleep.
Let the world believe they’re villains so they can hunt the real evil. That’s what the Quinns believe in. But these men, they’re ones I’d trust with my kids, with my future wife.
“Nothing,” Enzo says calmly. “We will keep him safe. But, we don’t let Susan know that.”
“You think that bitch will care about her kid? She already gave him up once,” Finn mutters.
Enzo shrugs, “Worth a shot.”
The answer clicks into place instantly. This is the way I can get Charlotte what she wanted when she came to me recently, but I do honestly believe she’s the best woman for the job.
“Charlotte,” I say, looking at Declan. “Let her in there with Madame Eve. She will psychologically fuck her better than any of us could.”
Charlotte wants in. And I’ll fight beside her without hesitation.
Declan frowns, “My wife will be thrilled about this.”
I bite back a smile. She never backs down when she wants something. I taught her that.
“And we have no more contact in Russia?” Enzo asks me.
“Lev is in a safe house at the moment; he’s back in contact with me,” I reply. “We’re working on a plan to get him out. He doesn’t think there is anyone there left to torture; they’re all here in the States.”
Enzo taps his rings against the table.
“There are no other contacts you have in Russia, Drago?” Enzo presses.
He doesn’t need to say her name.
Tatiana.
“Not anyone I can make contact with, Enzo,” I say evenly. “She’s a ghost of my past.”
And likely his, too. Tatiana is a woman with many enemies, a woman I once thought of as a friend. It turns out, she was just a pretty face hiding the evil beneath it. The woman I thought she was was never true. I wanted to see the good in her, and that nearly got me killed.
To her, nothing comes in the way of her obtaining power over Russia. Even if it means killing her friends. I’ll never make that mistake again.
She’s dead to me.
“You don’t find Tatiana, Enzo. She finds you,” I continue. “We don’t need her. And we certainly can’t trust her. I have the scars to prove it.”
“Keep her the fuck out of this country, or I will kill her myself,” Declan seethes.
His rage is raw. Five years stolen from his family. Tatiana's brother kept Charlotte prisoner. He abused her for years.
